Caine exited a winding path that stretched from the hall of his throne room, weaving through forests and snaking around mountains. The path led all the way up to an elevated courtyard—a wide, airy space teeming with life.
Vibrant flowers bloomed in wild profusion, their colors a striking contrast to the pale sky. At the center stood a grand, majestic tree.
The tree's bark shimmered with radiant gold, its thick leaves a pristine white. Behind the tree, a resplendent pond of thick, emerald-green waters glimmered, reflecting an otherworldly light that seemed to pulse with life.
Caine walked slowly through the courtyard, his steps light and deliberate. His hand grazed the ancient, cool bark of the tree, fingers tracing the subtle patterns etched by time.
